My Mr.Wrong's Mrs.Right !

My Mr.Wrong's Mrs.Right✔️:Save me

Jungkook opened his eyes when he didn't feel you next to him. Rubbing his eyes a little he looked next to him just to find you nowhere.

He sat up looking around even your phone was missing. A thought crossed through his head what if you went to meet him?

That thought pained him but no matter how hurt he was he couldn't just assume it and go back to sleep.

Not when it was past midnight and not when his gut said him to look for you. He wasn't feeling good about your absence his chest felt heavy.

An awful heavy feeling lingered over his heart. The heaviness of what he actually felt was hard to explain in words but to be said simply he had to find you and make sure you were ok.

Cause his instinct said you were In trouble. He got up walking towards the washroom as he knocked on the door. He called out your name waiting for you to say something.

"Yn? Are you in there?"

Silence.

Silence was all he got in reply as his heart started to pound wildly in nervousness. He pushed the door open to find the bathroom empty. He stood still staring at the empty bathroom in front of him.

Where did you go? Were you ok?
Were you in really a grave trouble?

*Trigger warning: mention of sexual assault*

You kept on punching him as he pushed a door open throwing you harshly on the floor.

You yelped at the sudden impact as you looked at him. He closed the door behind him looking so pissed as you quickly got back on your feets.

You tried to run past him hoping you would somehow make it past the door. But before you could run past him he held your forearm harshly pulling you back.

You hissed in pain as you struggled against his tight grip. You tried to push him tried to get your now aching forearm out of his grip.

But he didn't even budge a little you were panicking and at times like this the only thing you could do was hope somehow jungkook would get the hint until then you had to do everything possible.

You started shouting hoping someone- anyone would listen to your cries of help.

"Help me!! Help me someone please!!"

You shouted on the top of your lungs as loud as you could as he chuckled his deep voice only scaring you more.

The confidence he carried made you cower it felt as if he was so sure you couldn't do anything at all.

You struggled more only irritating him as he spoke.

"Stop fvcking moving you! The less you fight the easy we can be done with this--

"Let me go you freaking bastard!!"

You shouted on his face as he shut his eyes tight you could already see a vein pulsating on his forehead as you internally heaved a sigh of relief.

Your only way out was to annoy and irritate him to such an extent where he would let you go without doing anything.

The more you struggled the more it was difficult for him to hold himself together. He slapped you hard as the intensity was strong enough for you to loose your balance.

You stumbled on your feet falling on the floor. You could taste iron in your mouth probably the cut on your lip.

But you would gladly take those beatings rather than die with the regret that you couldn't save yourself.